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casuallivi · 3 years ago

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Three is a Party

kicking of elrielmonth22 week five with a high kick! *excited karate noises* At some point during the writing i popped Pony by Ginuwine, and that's how you know i went deep in my head, LOL 😅😆

Summary: When Elain chosed Azriel she didn't expect to have a third part involved in their relationship.

Warnings: Listen, this is extremely NSFW, the filthiest thing I shared to date! I wont say much because: suprises. Read at your own risk. Post ACOSF.

Word Count: 7054 (of basically smut, because that’s who I am as a person today)

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The colors of dusk painted the open sky behind the opulent towers of the House of Wind, long shadows covering the empty training ring where Azriel landed.

He slid the glass door open trudging inside, wings heavy from the long hours patrolling the Coast. The interior quiet without the newly-mated couple humping on every corner of it, Cassian gone to Illyria, surveying a new focus of rebel spree, Nesta following behind to stay with Emerie, leaving Azriel and The House behind. Not that him –or The House– cared. He spotted the interrupted mess of flour on the countertop and smiled, her unforgettable scent beginning to fade from the kitchen. Azriel hadn’t stayed up here for longer than training hours since the wedding, eventually stopping coming all together since Mor returned to replace him. Nowadays all of his free time was spent in a small apartment, bustling with indoor plants, near the Palace of Bone and Salt. The reason Azriel was here and not in his girlfriend cozy apartment? The perfumed note waiting for him in her bedside table.

Meet me at the House of Wind.

So here he was, climbing the stairs to reach his neglected room, whistling and skipping steps like an overly excited youth. Then the sound came. Azriel stopped, ears fluttering to capture the sound again, not believing what he was hearing. An army of angry shadows swarmed him, the siphons on top of each hand flaring to life, all of his senses focused on the distinct sound of female moaning and panting, because they were not being produced by any female. Azriel knew those delicious high-pitched moans well enough to gather that she was not playing with herself. Even if his memory was altered by the most intricated of spells, erasing every aspect of his essence, Azriel would still remember every little thing about her, especially the sounds she made being pleasure by him.

His nostrils flared searching for confirmation in the lingering scents on the hallway. He found nothing but himself and Elain, deep churning cedar and jasmine intertwined, dripping with heavy musky notes of arouse and lust, her honeyed cum perfuming the air like his sweetest punishment. A deep snarl escaped his lips when Elain moaned louder, dark hot jealousy freezing his veins, cobalt waves of power rattling the expensive paintings on the walls. The door to his room was slightly ajar. Azriel pushed inside, being greeted with a vision able to drive him insane for a variety of reasons, good and bad ones.

There she was.

Elain.

His beautiful Elain wearing nothing but his heart, naked in all her glory, straddling his lap, hair pushed to the front, leaving her slim back on disposal, the vision disrupted by her long creamy arms tied behind her back by a black silk fold –the twin to the one in his pocket. She kissing him deeply, her tongue slipping in and out of his mouth like his cock slipped in and out of her slippery pussy. He slapped her ass, which was decorated with various round marks varying in tones of pink and red, opening her, fifthly grinding her up and down his length. Elain cried, stretched and gushing around the thick intruder, feeling overheated, sweat running down her body, intertwining her fingers and pushing her breast forward, trying to gain momentum to meet him thrust by thrust. He chuckled at her efforts.

“Oh gods, oh my, my, oh,” she babbled lost in pleasure, eyelids fluttering.

Motherfucker. Azriel cursed under his breath, jealous that he wasn’t the one coaxing the melodious harmonies from her.

After finding out why he rejected her on solstice, Elain shared a piece of mind with Azriel, beating him with the fresh petunias she happened to be holding. “Your coward,” a strike from the left, “bat, stupid, stupid,” a strike from the right, “you left me!” She stroke his shoulder, “you could have,” stroke on his head, “told me! You called a mistake! I cried for you!” Another strike, “get out! Get out! Get out!”

Azriel didn’t avoid any of the hits as she vented her anger, petals scattering around them. He deserved worse. “Elain, please. Let me explain,”

“No!” she snarled a little breathless. “You didn’t explain when it mattered, now I don’t want to listen. I have no interest in a man who doesn’t want me. I’m not doing that again. Get out!”

True to herself, Elain didn’t listen to him that day or any other (no matter how hard he tried to speak with her when they saw each other), it didn’t help that she had moved out from the River House, making it harder for him to “coincidentally” come across her. But Azriel was not about to repeat his mistake, he would not pretend her indifference wasn’t killing him, nor that he liked to avoid her, a stupid thing he stopped doing after their fight.

Shameless as only a male knows how the be, he discovered her address with little to none effort, abusing his abilities to leave a white tulip at her doorsteps, apology notes tied to the thin stems. I love your handwriting, she told him once, so he wrote her, every day, until Elain, who was a much better person than him, decided to end his penitence. One day he winnowed to her place to find her sitting on the doorsteps, all ninety-nine tulips sitting in a big transparent vase with a cobalt bow around it, alive and fresh as if they had just been plucked. Elain extended her hand, waiting for the hundredth, and Azriel gave her.

That day he talked, and she listened.

He told her everything. Even things that no one else knew, secrets regarding his powers, exposing the real nature of his shadows, how they were a sentient being in more ways than other supposed. The further he developed his powers, the powerful the shadows became, until one day he came: The Shadowsinger. The truth was that name meant more than a way to refer to him for the nature of his powers. Azriel’s shadows liked to take his shape.

The Shadowsinger was “living and breathing” creature born from swirling tendrils of darkness, who possessed their own old magic, curving and shaping as the Illyrian they choose to call master: Azriel. With a mind of his own, the bastard mimicked Azriel with the precision of a twin, from the tip of his toes to the tip of his wings, the massive frame, which was made of darkness, evolving to real life flesh and bones, color blooming from the pitch black form, the skin acquiring the same bronzed tone, wings measuring the same length, hands baring the same scars, the only visible difference being in the eyes.

Where Azriel had hazel ones, his shadow-self were pitch black.

For half millennium two of him roamed on earth, a secret he kept sealed in the deepest vault of his mind. Now she knew. And Azriel could finally breath, knowing there was someone who he didn’t have to hide from, who he didn’t have to keep himself in check with, he could simple be. Life was good.

Except for the fact the bastard walking around with his face. When Azriel was too tired to hold him in check, the fucking Shadowsinger separated himself from his controlled shadows, “awaking” and walking around as if he was the owner of the skin, delighting in pain and pleasure, causing havoc and fucking whoever he charmed (which wasn’t hard to do with his looks).

Now here he was, fucking his girlfriend.

Since when had this stunt being going on?

Through the frenzy of their noisy fucking, he stilled Elain's hips, smirking at Azriel.

"No!" she chocked trying to bounce with no success, unable to move with his strong hands stopping her. "I want to come." She whined frustrated.

"It seems like we have company, little seer." Shadow-Azriel drawled out, licking her shoulder, his pitch-black eyes looking over her straight into Azriel’s churning hazel ones. "Like what you see?" he challenged his master, lifting his hips into Elain, making her whimper.

"I told you to stay away from her," Azriel growled in a menacing tone. The shadowsinger cocked his head at him, sneering. "You didn't, why should I?" The scent of challenge filled the room, mixed with subtle notes of interest coming from Elain, who had finally turned to look at him.

“Untie me.” She asked calmly (the calmer one could sound with their breath all over the place) to the one under her, who swiftly set her free, rubbing her pink wrists when she got down from his lap. Illyrian and Shadow stared at each other. Elain was the one to broke the silence. “Hi.”

Azriel glared at her.

“Hi?” he repeated incredulous. “Hi?!!”

Shadow kissed her bruised wrists, trying to get her attention, biting the inner flesh just for the hell of it. She nudged him away, asking Azriel. “Are you jealous of yourself?” eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He is not me.” He replied coldly, sulking “shadows and old trickery, that’s what he is.”

“And who’s shadows are they?” she asked softly, absently rubbing his counterpart knee.

“…Mine.”

Elain smiled, cheeks flushed. “Come here, love.”

“Nah, let him go back to his boring duties. Don’t worry, I can entertain our girl.

Azriel flipped him, striding to bed. He wouldn’t voice it out loud, but sometimes he felt envious of the Shadowsinger jovial expression. He maintained his blank feature coated with a pinch of politeness and the trademark confident stance, except he was freer from the jaded expression that seemed to perpetually stare back at him in the mirror, a tired soul who led a hard life.

“Well, your boyfriend is back,” Shadow declared with petulance, "the boring one."

"Her only boyfriend." Azriel grumbled, grabbing Elain’s chin, "I’m your boyfriend. Me."

She gave him a peck.

“Of course.”

His shadow-self scorned.

“What am I, then? Chopped wood?” Elain giggled, “keep laughing pretty girl, I have wood for you down here.” He lifted his hips suggestively, his erection jumping. She gulped down, looking back at Azriel, big doe eyes melting in pure mischief. “Take your shirt off.” She commanded.

“Do it yourself.” He snapped back, stopping at the edge of the mattress.

Elain crawled closer to kneel near him, her arousal thicker than ever while she pushed his cold jacket down, undoing the slacks of his shirt to brush them off his powerful shoulders. “You’re so pretty.” His wings twitched at her words, eyes focused on her lovely bare tits, grabbing them, pressing his thumb on the swollen bruised nipple, tracing the bite marks on the aureole. Elain held his shoulder when he squeezed both tits, pinching her nipples hard. Her fingers trembled as she moved to the cords in his pants.

“That’s not my shirt, flower.” Azriel teased, toeing his boots off.

“I know.” She replied, the pink blush from her cheeks and neck spreading across her lovely tits. He made no effort to help her take the leather down. When she was done, Azriel stood there, clad in boxers and socks, wings spread in full length as Elain drunk him in, licking her lips, legs pressed together. She slipped a finger inside his underwear, pulling and let it slap against his skin.

“You look ridiculous.” His shadow commented.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Elain’s heartbeat was increasing its pace by the second. At first she felt slightly embarrassed to be naked with two male in the room, embarrassed to be aroused by it. She gulped, focused on wandering her finger pads across Azriel’s sculpted chest sleek running down her shut thighs. She wanted them. She wanted her beautiful brave Azriel, and she wanted his vicious dirty counterpart, the one who called himself Shadowsinger, using her lovers frame to walk free in the world of living.

Elain wasn’t naïve. She knew what the Shadowsinger was attracted to, he had felt her instantly; the seer lurking beneath her skin, her own slice of darkness and mist and magic trying to break free into the world. The Seer and The Shadowsinger couldn’t get enough of each other, and every time he saw Elain, the shadow-Romeo tried to woo her.

“Come on, Ellie.” He begged behind her for the hundredth time that afternoon, pushing her braid to kiss her shoulder. “One time. Let’s do it one time, and if you don’t like I’ll bring it up again.

She rolled her eyes, driving her elbow hard on his gut in attempted to shake him off her. The House plopped more flour on the counter, wining a smiley “thank you,” from Elain. The lights twinkled.

“I won’t cheat my boyfriend.” She vowed, mixing the ingredients on the table top, kneading the dough with renewed strength.

Boyfriend.

The word still sounded a bit foreign to Elain. Proper human ladies didn’t have boyfriends. They had a coming of age ceremony, were introduced to society in a ball, got engaged and got married. The fae were much loose when it came to relationships. Elain knew she wanted Azriel, she had known for a long time. However, after having a disastrous almost-wedding when human, she lacked the confidence to be someone’s fiancée again. Yet she had accepted his ring.

A beautiful white-gold band she always wore on her right hand, a heart-shaped pink sapphire flaked by two smaller diamonds on each side resting on top of it. Azriel were a similar band, with no stones in it, her full name engraved on the inside with her own handwriting. Elain Acheron. She cried when he asked her to put it on his finger, after placing her ring on hers. Therefore, she was Azriel’s girlfriend, he was her boyfriend, and life was good. If you don’t count his shameless shadow-self wanting to get inside her knickers every other day.

“Is not cheating, little seer. I’m like him, only better.” He winked, hugging her from behind, squeezing her waist, kissing her neck. Her lids grow heavier when he started nibbling on her skin, her traiteurs body convinced the scarred hands slipping behind her apron, cupping her breasts, were the same ones pleasing her bed a few nights ago.

An involuntary moan escaped her when his teeth grazed her skin, and she slapped her mouth loudly, leaving white flour prints in her face. The Shadowsinger being handsy was no news to her, but her body reacting to it was.

“You’re not him.” She countered weakly.

“I’m a part of him.” At that he could feel her interest, smiling, he continued, “I was born for him,” he used his knees to part her legs, stepping between them, flattening her palms on the counter. “Azriel won’t mind.” He throwed to close the deal, biting the place where he had kissed.

Elain gasp-laughed.

“I don’t think you know him very well.”

“He won’t mind me.” He clarified turning her face to him, waiting. “We’ve shared before.”

Elain shivered.

“You have?”

“We have.”

His thumb skated across her lower lip, his head suddenly bending down to kiss upper one.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled with her eyes half-closed, her head leaning back against him.

“Making sure your apron checks out.”

She looked at him quizzically before remembering the apron she had on: I kiss better than I cook.

He kissed her again, an innocent peck, testing. Elain sighed, throwing one hand back to pull his hair, pushing him down to kiss her properly. His kiss felt like Azriel’s but tasted different, darker, as if he was trying to devour the light out of her. “You want to make love to me?” she asked a heartbeat later, shy.

The Shadowsinger laughed, holding her neck to kiss her ear, licking the elongated new curve, pulling it with his teeth. “No little seer, I want to fuck you.” Elain opened her eyes again, the pupils dilated, big and round with lust. “I saw your skin glow once. I wonder if you do that when you come.”

“Why don’t you find out?” She dared him.

The first bolt was quick, messy, dirty. When she said “yes” he knocked her bely down on the kitchen table, not caring for the fresh pasta dough flour on it, kneeling behind her and pushing her dress up to eat her out. Elain was still shaking from the first orgasm when he slapped her ass with a forgotten wooden spoon, startling her,

“What are you,” he slapped again, smearing the remains of buttery cream on the pinkish skin, licking the mess created. “Oh gods.” She moaned.

Azriel had slapped her ass before, but he had never hit her with an object. Ever. Let alone with a kitchen tool. Her cheeks flushed.

“Look at you, getting hot with a little spanking.” He caressed her spine, rubbing his clothed erection her bare ass, “we’ll have so much fun. Just don’t tell Az.”

“What?” She startled

He thrown her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs, claiming “table sex is for horny youth. Grown women need to be properly spread in a grown bed.” At the time Elain giggled. Had she known how truthfully spread she would be, she wouldn’t have giggled, she would have screamed for help. But not too loud, or else The House might have saved her.

Now here she was.

Naked in bed with her lover, a lover that came from her boyfriend, said boyfriend staring at them. The three lovers studied each other trying to decide what to do next. Azriel glanced at Elain, smelling her arousal thicker than ever. There was no denying it, she was sexually overwhelmed by having them in the same room. She was desperately turned on.

Losing his patient with the couple of frozen deers, Shadow tackled her on the bed, spreading her knees to plunge two fingers inside her, not moving them. “Still soaked,” he teased. Elain gasped a moaned, eyes wide, grinding against him, shameless, wetness smearing from her parted thighs to his hand.

“If memory serves you were demanding to come.”

“Yes,” she panted in agreement.

“Use your words, babe.”

“Please, please make me come.”

"So so wet." Shadow taunted in a playful voice, turning to Azriel. “Our girl was having fun when you interrupted us.”

Elain lifted her hips from the bed, widening her open legs, silently begging him to move. He didn’t

"See, she wants to come.” He smirked while looking down at her.

Azriel climbed on the bed, slapping the other male hand away. Elain cried in frustration when the fingers slipped out leaving her needy. She just needed a little more. Just a little bit. She wished someone would give it to her. Azriel. Shadow-Azriel. She didn’t care anymore. She wanted to feel good.

Elain pulled Azriel down on top of her, sneaking her eager hands inside his underwear to grab his ass. She loved his ass, it was hard and firm like the rest of the chiseled body, except that when she pushed his ass forward, she was usually rewarded with his cock rocking into her. Like now. Elain grind on him shamelessly, Azriel capturing her mouth in a wild kiss.

His shadow-self moved away, giving them a better space to work with, palming his throbbing erection lazily, a smile playing on his lips. He thought it was funny how the once shy beauty was now very excited to receive attention. Azriel kissed her neck and she grabbed his hair, yanking hard to detached him from her. She didn’t need foreplay, she enough of it already, now she wanted to come. Quickly.

“Down.” She commanded with a raspy voice.

The simple four-letter words had Azriel shivering.

Fuck, she was sexy.

He kissed his way down, gently running his fingers across her nether folds to sink them inside, using his thumb to play with her swollen clit. Feeling his breath right where she wanted, Elain pushed her hips up while using all her new strength to push his head down. Azriel didn’t budge. She wanted to cry. He laughed. She wanted to kill him. Ever the competitive jerk that he was he was, he tryed to show her who was in control. He kissed her thighs, going all the way down to her knees, kissing and licking back up, licking all the way to her crotch, his tongue coming dangerously close to her leaking folds before withdrawing.

Elain trashed on the messy bed, frustrate tears forming in her eyes. She extends a hand to the other him beside her, who softly captured it, kissing her knuckles. “Help me.”

“I’m not the one playing with you now, babe.”

He sucked her finger, smearing her with hot saliva, making obscene noises on purpose. Elain hated him too. Her breath hitched when Azriel finally ran his nose between her legs, deeply inhaling her scent, then his tongue was on her, savoring her slowly, sucking and licking her clit. His mouth and fingers worked together on her already excited body, picking up the pace left behind by his shadow.

Elain’s breath turned heavier, her moans high pitched as the orgasmic wave washed over her, legs closing around Azriel’s head, holding him there, clawing the sheet. He licked her clean, finishing with a kiss, straightening to kiss her the mouth, his lips glossy and shiny from her release, a satisfied smile on his face.

Beside her, Shadow let out a disappointed puff. “That’s four, and still no sign of enjoyment from my lovely seer.”

He mumbled, counting her orgasms, moody about her skin not glowing once.

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” She teased.

He squinted at her.

“You are a gluttonous one, aren’t you?!”

Ignoring him, Elain grabbed at Azriel, rubbing his hard on before removing his boxers. He climbed on top of her,

“No missionary!” Shadow called, using his authority voice, one Azriel had perfected thru decades of commanding, and that now was making him growl for being interrupted. He really wanted to kill his shadow-self. To bad the bastard couldn’t die. “Do her reverse cowgirl, or from behind.”

They looked at Shadow. Azriel quirking a brow, Elain blushing furiously.

“I want in.” He said simply. At that, Elain’s heartbeat increased, her dark eyes blown wild. He paused. “Is that okay with you, babe?”

Azriel was also staring at her, both male not even breathing, waiting for her answer. Elain swallowed, her throat dry all of sudden. “Yes.” She mumbled so low their fae ears barely pick up, her neck tomato red. Azriel blown a breath, putting his elbows beside her head, hands on her hair, spreading his wing to shield them, luring her attention only to him.

“Rude.” He heard coming from outside.

Her heart was beating like crazy, so fast he was afraid she would pass out on them.

“Elain, look at me.” She did. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I would never, ever,”

“I know.” She interrupted. Not wanting to feed his insecurities. Elain trusted Azriel with her life. She always had.

“I would never, ever force you do anything you don’t want to.” He finished. Needing to reassure her. Needing to reassure himself.

“I know. I trust you. Both of you. I want this.”

“Then why are you frightened? I can scent it on you. Fear.” He uttered the last word in a small voice, his arouse giving place to huge distress. Azriel was starting to panic. The one emotion he never wanted Elain associating with him was fear. Azriel could live with Elain hating him, loathing his very essence him, cursing his name to the wind, but he could live with her being afraid of him. He could not stand it.

“Hey, hey, Az. Look at me.” Elain held his face, the fine cutted stone digging on his cheek. “I’m just. You know I don’t have–That I’m not. I’m not experienced like you.” She stammered.

“I know.”

“It’s just a little first-timer-scare, that’s all. Can’t you scent the other things? How much I want you? How I can wait to have you inside of me? I want all of you.” she guided his hand between her thighs, proving her words. “Okay?” When he didn’t answer she locked her legs around his waist, pulling his weight on top of her completely, kissing his pout. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now make love to me.”

Azriel let out a deep breath to shake his insecurities, moving to sit back against the headboard.

“You shouldn’t leave me out of the important conversations, I can calm her too.” Shadow said getting on his knees

“Mother have mercy, do you ever shut up? Do I have to find a gage for you?”

Before Shadow could open his mouth, Elain cupped her breasts, jiggling them, saying,

“I could feed him these, that would shush him.”

The room went deadly quiet, then both males laughed. A joyous contagious laugh that left her feeling proudly to coax those sounds out of him.

“Fuck, I’ve forgot how funny you are.”

Smiling, Elain turned towards Shadow, face upturned. He gave her a quick peck and she went over to Azriel, straddling him in reverse, who kissed her spine, helping her to slid onto his dick with ease, since Shadow had already stretched her earlier. “Oh gods, I love sitting on you,” she mumbled bouncing up and down with enthusiasm, Azriel gripping her hips in a bruising grip, moaning her name with reverence as if she was his personal goddess. Her eyes darted to Shadow, who’s eyes were glued to her bouncing tits. She squeezed them, lifting one to her lips, licking the best she could to entertain him.

“I love you,” she moaned staring back. “My beautiful Az. And my beautiful Shadowsinger.”

“Huh, El. I’m not beautiful.” Shadow protested going over to the couple, “handsome, hot, perfect, incredibly sexy. You can call me one of those.” She gasped a laugh, eyes flashing white for a split second. “There she is, my seer. I’ve been trying to coax you out for hours, and you come when I’m talking about myself? Naughty, naughty vixen.” He grabbed the back of her neck, guiding her down to where he was kneeling.

"Beg." Shadow demanded pulling her hair, forcing her to look in his eyes. “Beg, and I’ll glow the hell out of you.”

Elain braced herself, face to face with his erection, biting her lower lip, sure she had flushed all the tones possible. Azriel sneered at the irony of feeling overshadow by his own fucking shadow, his hand circling around her to play with her clit. Elain whimpered, leaned back against him, Azriel sucking on her neck while she rode him, squeezing her inner muscles around him, eyes growing heavy. She squeezed his thighs and leaned forward to Shadow. “I want you.” She pleaded. “I want all of you.”

Elain skipped the foreplay, sucking all she could, but she was struggling to be flexible in that position. His hands gripped her hair. “Babe, can you let me fuck your mouth?” he asked in a soft voice.

She obeyed, relaxing her mouth, allowing Shadow to thrust into her, his hips going from slow to fast, head titled back, eyes shut in ecstasy. “Fuck.” He cursed looking down at her, watching his cock entering her tight wet mouth, saliva dripping down her chin as she gagged on his dick. Soon the moaning filled the bedroom, Elain and Azriel panting in unison. Feeling the heat spreading from her lower abdomen, her walls spasming out of control, Elain started to mumble around Shadow’s dick, and he removed himself, not wanting to get bitten.

Azriel’s thumb kept the rhythm in her clit, making her cry louder and louder, both males delighting in the sweet sounds of her pleasure. Her muscles clamped around him, legs quivering as her world exploded, tears running down her face, black spots dotting her vision. Azriel slammed on her a few more times to meet his release, holding her down to come deep inside, branding her with his seed. He leaned back against the headboard, breathing her scent to recover.

Shadow stroked himself the entire time. He watched Elain leave Azriel’s lap, his cum running down her trembling thighs, as she went to him. When she managed to stay on her knees he wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed their noses together and kissed her. Elain sighed over his lips, using her tongue to deepen the kiss, her hand skating down to jerk him. She didn’t know how he liked it, but she knew how Azriel did; tight and fast. The Shadowsinger, who was already on the edge, came with a few more rough tugs, his cum splattering on her stomach, filling her hands.

Her knees gave out, Shadow’s strong arms coming to support her, letting her down gently. Elain melt into him, gulping rapid mouthful of air, felling every nerve in her body tingling, sparkling, nestled comfortably between her Azriels as she continued to spasm, muscles clenching and unclenching, burned form the aftershocks of climax.

Once the shivers subsided, Elain sighed at the sensations of both males touching her in different places, soothing her, pleasuring her. She laid on her side, Azriel in front of her –playing with her sensitive breasts– and Shadow behind –kissing her shoulder.

Suddenly feeling shy, Elain locked eyes with Azriel, who chuckled, quickly identifying the subtle change in her passionate eyes.

There was nothing sexier than Azriel bed-rumpled-hair, wet curls plastered to his forehead, a silly smile on his lips, eyes filled with love and burning desire. He closed the space between them, teasing her with a couple of pecks that evolved to searing kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth with his ravenous tongue. She glowed. The Shadowsinger spooned closer, his semi-hard pressing against her, tongue lapping her throat, leaving sticky paths of saliva on her skin, his hand wrapping around her body to stroke her folds.

Elain gasped on Azriel’s lips, pushing back against his shadow-self, loving the feel of his finger exploring her. Her boyfriend pulled back to trail kisses on her chest, teeth scrapping red lines on every part of her sternum, biting around her breasts to leave vivid purple marks on her skin before giving attention to her nipples. Meanwhile Shadow’s lips descended her back, tasting from the length of her spine to the small of her back. Up and down he went, leaving his trail of open mouth kisses, teeth imprinting on her hips, licking and swirling across the small dents on top of her ass. He moved her leg to top Azriel’s rib, spreading her open to lap the inviting crack of her behind, thrusting his tongue in and out of her little hole, his dick getting harder the louder her moans pitched.

Elain gasped out of her mind, and for a few seconds, she felt different.

Her eyes flashed white.

And stayed.

The Shadowsinger held his breath before throwing his hands in the air, celebrating. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you look so hot! Let me look at you.” She turned to her other side as Azriel left the bed. Shadow grabbed her face, peppering it with kisses.

“Hi.” She breathed with difficulty, having spent a considerable amount of energy to take over completely.

“Hey gorgeous. You came to play with me?” she nodded.

The Seer sat back on her heels, white eyes roaming all over him, before settling on his hard on. She bent and kissed the tip, moving to the stunning adonis belt, kissing both sides, her tongue darting over the sweaty skin, Shadow gently gathering her messy golden halo in his first to better see her face, “Tell me what you want.” He hissed when she bite him hard enough to bleed. She kept licking, tracing every little bump and curve from his abs, circling his nipples, his neck, his chin, his lower lip, which she clamped between her sharp teeth. “I want you to suck my tongue. And fuck my ass.”

“Never ask twice.” He pulled her down on top of him, stroking her back, moving down to her lovely bum, squeezing and mashing the luscious flesh in his big hands. “Has anyone fucked you here before, love?”

She shook her head, pinching his nipples painfully. “Azriel played with Elain.” She mumbled with resentment, trying to scratch his torso, letting out a frustrated groan when her too-short nails didn’t sink deep enough. “I saw him doing it. Showed her how good it was. Gave her courage. Yet he never played with me.” She finished with a pout.

“Did you come out to him?” he asked amicably, whooshing a breath when she grinded on him, her sleek fold going all the way to the head, letting is dip inside, teasing, before grinding back down to the base. His balls twitched, heavy and aching like her full breasts.

She shook her head again, moving to whisper in his ear.

“I can’t come out when they are in bed. Elain locks me deep, deep, down. Controls me. She’s possessive.”

“Sounds like her.” Azriel chuckled returning to the bed. He didn’t know Elain could control the seer well enough to lock her. They would have to dive on that topic later.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll fix that.” Shadow promised, ignoring Azriel’s thoughts about boring training and stupid mastering of abilities. Everyone knows the best abilities are the ones who can run wild, like Shadow himself. Besides, it was in his best interest to frequent Elain’s bed, making this more than a one-time deal, and bringing his Seer to the mix was not a choice, but a priority. He spread her ass cheeks, the tip of his thumb dipping inside and outside his favorite hole. “How she’s looking over there?”

“Perfect.”

Azriel tossed him a small bottle of lube.

The Seer pushed herself up and straddled him backwards, bracing herself on his thighs, waiting. He quickly drabbed the mix on his cock, groaning at the view. She bit her lip when Shadow pushed the head inside, wincing at the initial sting of pain. He slid a little further and stopped. “You good?” he asked her, hands running up and down her body, working to sooth her.

“Yeah.” She answered staring at Azriel, who watched her with eyes so dark he become the perfect twin to her Shadowsinger. “Missed me?” she asked looking at him from under her lashes, coy.

He smiled at her attempt to pretend shyness.

“Dangerous question. If I say no, Elain will sulky saying I don’t like all parts of her, and if I say yes, Elain will sulk saying I prefer you.” He shrugged. “I’ll abstain.”

She laughed.

“Look at you, expert in Elain Archeron.”

“I do what I can.”

“Kiss me.” She demanded with urgency. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you whatever you want. I can tell you so many thigs,” she placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I can tell you for how long this will beat. I can tell you your future. Do you want to know?”

Azriel grabbed her chin fiercely, bringing her mouth closer. “Is Elain in it?”

She cocked her head, squinting to better see the images only she could see.

“Yes.”

“That’s all I need to know.”

He captured her lips, kissing her with wild passion, stealing the breath away from her lungs. Behind her, Shadow could feel her muscles relax further, allowing him to continue to impale himself on her. “Fuck,” he muttered once he was fully inside, eyes shut tight in disbelief, her muscles hugging his cock in a delicious tight grip. When his hand moved to stimulate her clit, Azriel stopped him, sending a new rush of shadows to cover his hand mimicking boxing glove. The Shadowsinger cursed, focusing in freeing himself. Meanwhile Azriel thrusted two fingers within, circling her clit with his thumb.

The Seer let out a deep moan, completely overwhelmed with Shadow moving in and out of her hole while Azriel pleased her in the other, gasping into Azriel lips who hadn’t stop kissing her. She pushed her hips back, silently urging Shadow to quicken the pace, and grabbed Azriel’s cock, stroking him.

“I want you.” She voiced licking her lips. “Both of you in-” she chocked, “inside me.”

Azriel stilled, and so did Shadow. Azriel’s relationship with Elain was relatively new, their bargain real and pulsing strong as any bond would, the possessiveness burning fresh between their tangled souls. It had crossed Shadow’s mind to ride his Seer as Azriel rode Elain, but he wouldn’t be the one to voice that. He waited, his master’s voice ringing in his head as he searched for confirmation with Elain.

She whined in confusing confusion feeling Shadow slide outside, gasping at the emptiness left behind. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay.”

“Get on top of him.” He ordered, completely turned on.

Struggling in her trembling legs, she mounted Azriel, who watched the two confident ringlets of brown appear near her irises. He kissed her, happily sliding back in her warming heat, barely holding back from slamming into her. The Seer felt Shadow’s swollen head seeking passage once more, and for a moment Elain squeaked, half-sarced, half-turned-on. The Seer held her hand. Together. She projected and they pushed back, crying softly as the head dipped inside. All four froze, not moving or breathing.

“Oh gods.” Elain sobbed lost in pleasure.

She couldn’t believe she was doing it.

She was fucking Azriel and his shadows.

She felt so naughty.

She moved.

Her back arched, Azriel moaned, Shadow thrusted forward.

The heavy moaning could be heard all over the top floor, the stones walls echoing their cries of passion as thin layer of sweat slide down her lower back, Shadow’s grip on her waist painfully strong, nails sinking in her smooth skin, yet he didn’t drag her, he let her move in her own pace. Her skin glowed violently as she pushed back, gasping at the sensation of both males inside, feeling stuffed and hot and horny.

Elain gripped Azriel’s upper arms as the Seer twerked back into Shadow, desire dripping between her thighs, creaming around Azriel’s cock, clenching her hole around Shadow’s, stealing deep moans from both of them. Someone slapped her ass, someone mashed her tits, someone pulled her hair, someone bit her nipple, and she went insane with lust, eyes closed mouth hanging open, pushing back and forth, loving every inch of her men inside of her.

Azriel gripped her face, kissing her hard. No more words were said, the four of them busy with keeping that perfect rhythm driving them crazy, no thoughts of self-loathing, or alliances, or prohibition coming to mind. Only the thrill of the fucking, the enormous physical connection, the blinding glow of her skin, the emotional bond being deepened, the links twirling on top of each other, growing and spreading like ivy amongst their souls, thicker and stronger than the feeble mating bond slumbering deep inside her –weakened day by day.

Elain whimpered and moaned nonsense into Azriel’s mouth, feeling higher and higher, the Seer keeping the rhythm steady, trying to hold onto one of Shadow’s hand around her waist. He held her firm, keeping her from buck off amid her high overdose of sexual frenzy, pulling her up to bite her shoulder, hard, drawing blood, needing everything from her, from her pleasure to the pulsing life inside her veins. He tongued her neck as she panted and writhed, founding release along with Azriel, crying and convulsing and trembling.

She fell on Azriel’s sweat chest, unable to stand upright for another second, his shadow-self still moving behind her, slamming into her beautiful behind, chasing his own release. His back arching when he found it, her spasms milking him dry.

Shadow fell on top of her, morphing his weight lower to avoid crushing her, completely spent. Once he recovered, pulled back slowing, delighting in the sight of his cum coming from her pretty pink swollen holes, using his finger to put some back inside, her sweet moan ringing like a bell in his mind as he laid beside her.

Elain cracked her neck to kiss him and turned back to Azriel, curling on his side, burring her nose on the crook of his neck, breathing his scent, night-chilled mist calming her racing pulse, deep rich cedar serenading her soul, a splash of jasmine and honey mingled with it. She wondered if she was starting to smell like him to.

They stayed like that, lost in each other’s embrace for what could be hours, of months, or years. Elain didn’t care how long had passed, all she needed was right there with her.

“Aren’t you going?” Azriel asked to his shadow-self, through the pleasant sound of breaths regulating.

“Me? Why? I’m very comfortable here,” he plopped on the pillow to prove. “Besides, Ellie likes me here.” He snuggled behind her, kissing her bruised shoulder, purple from his innumerous bites, nuzzling against her neck. “My seer likes me here too, she glowed so prettily, I want to make her come every day to watch that show.” Shadow started to kiss her on everywhere he could reach, making Elain giggle. She turned her head, eyes flashing white when she gently kissed him on the lips, receiving the second prettiest smile she had ever seen. Losing only to Azriel’s.

“Ellie, has no need for you. I’m here.” Azriel repeated the pet name with discomfort, unable to hide his jealousy.

“Oh, that means I can return when you go? Noted.”

“Don’t push it.”

"We should use toys next time," shadow-azriel muttered ignoring his master, making Azriel growl.

"We? Who's we? There's no we, there’s me and Elain. Stay the fuck out!"

"I like we." Elain muttered with her pacifying tone, eyes big and brown as a fawn’s coat, blinking in the way she knew it made it impossible for him to deny her. She kissed his chin. "I would like a we sometimes…"

Azriel undid her pout with his teeth, "Cheater."

"I learned from the best." Elain smiled winked at Shadow, who winked back, slapping her ass one last time before his form started to melt back into shadows, skating against her naked skin as a lazy kitten, spilling out of the bed and disappearing from sight, granted Azriel his hard-earned privacy.

******

Once I read a lovely HC about Elain going to the house of wind to make little cooking experiments since the house was amicable in providing her with eachever ingredient she needed. I don’t remember who wrote it, but i loved it, so Elain being in the house was inspired by it <3

Petunias: resentment and anger

White Tulip: forgiveness

The ring

(if you liked it, let me know 😏 don't be shy, you can talk to me, even your emojis will be loved and cherished 😍😚)

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casuallivi · 3 years ago

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Flower and Shadow (spy au)

Summary: Elain is presented to her newest assignment, Azriel thinks the deal is missing one thing: Him!

Warnings: Explicit language. Cursing. Age gap. I used a few names from the Crescent City series in this one, so they may have similar ties as in the book, but fear not, this is still an au.

Word Count: 3363

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The Replacement

Azriel felt no pride in breaking into an apartment with such lame security system.

He had successfully walked into her apartment (well, her rental at the moment) without breaking a sweat, sneaking past her poor excuse of a security system unseen –he warned her that shit was lame– and found his way upstairs to her bedroom. She had her back to the door, Peggy March’s I Will Follow Him playing low in the speakers while she removed a worned out poster from the wall. Azriel watched her hold the poster, contemplating, then snapped it in four pieces, crunching it together, throwing it over her shoulder. He dodged the inoffensive ball just as she turned around. Swift as a panthert, Azriel pounced at her, her back banging loudly against the wall, his fingers clasping around her slender throat, the thin necklace chain digging into her skin.

“Tell me, Flower. What would you do now that I got you trapped?”

Contrary to his expectations she didn’t squirmed or whimpered, no. She smiled. Those sensual pink lips that haunted his dirty dreams curved into a delicious smile, her voice calm and secured. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do if I killed you with your own knife?” He felt the sting then. “Imagine the shame.” She taunted.

Azriel looked down to find Truth-Teller pressed on his chest, the blade tip placed exactly between his third and fourth rib, the perfect spot to pierce his lung and find the heart beating behind it. “You should quit smoking,” she advised scrunching her nose. “I could smell the tabaco as soon as you walked in.”

Would you look at that? Little miss sunshine had seen thru his tricks and pretended to fall for it. Azriel liked her. He liked her more than he should.

“You like being watched? Is that your kink?” Flower pressed the knife harder, making a hole on his shirt and he winced, “easy. You need better security to keep people out.” He commented casually, raising his hands in defeat.

"You know I'm a highly trained assassin, right? I don't need to keep people out, people need to keep me out." She withdraw the blade, escaping from the corner he backed her into.

Azriel smirked. "I'm hooking you up with a new system. A good one."

She raised a dismissive hand in his direction saying, "don't bother. I'm leaving this place in two days."

He frowned. Leaving?

"Your lease doesn't expire for another three months."

"I got assigned. You’re looking at a married woman with a hefty bank account."

She winked, grabbing the scabbard and sheathing the knife to tossed it on the open suitcase. The legendary dagger, that was a myth within the dark cells of the torture chambers of Hewn’s dungeon, had once belong to him. Azriel sat on her bed, watching her move across the room with barely-there steps, as if she was the spy between them, collecting the final personal items.His mind drift back to the first time he saw her.

Back then Azriel wasn’t sure what to think of her. The most beautiful and sweet-scented woman he had ever seen waltzed into the briefing room (which stinking of testosterone and sweaty leather) carrying a steamy mug, wearing a cobalt dress, her beautiful golden-brown hair neatly arranged in a side braid. Her entrance made everyone silent, the five males present ogling her pulling a chair to sit with the grace of a queen, politely saying, “Good morning, everyone. I’m sorry for the delay, I couldn’t find my mug.” Her voice flowed like honey, sweet and smooth as the shapely curves of her body.

Azriel was starstruck. At first glance she looked out of place in the dark smelly room filled with bulky males, all dressed in uniform and striped with mortal gear from neck to toe. She pushed the black sunglasses to the top of her head, analyzed the files passed to her, and correcting two inaccurate data, making him aware that she was no green soldier. And a few day later he would witness her doing what she did best –being a cunning killer. The agency’s best assassin had mesmerizing chocolate eyes and was the embodiment of a delicate and pure flower just like her code name. Hell, she even smelled like jasmine.

Azriel grabbed one of the boy shorts hanging from the suitcase and she slapped his hand away.

Agents weren't allowed to fraternize with one another, what didn't stop some of them to keep casual flings or even date, they were specialist in secret keeping after all, and no one exceeded him in the department. Which didn’t mean shit for a couple of year now, since the only woman he was interested in had her own I-don’t-date-ever rule. Initially he thought the rule was bullshit, so he did what everyone like him would have done, he ran a background check on her. Flower’s record was clean. Almost too clean.

She arrived at Hewn Agency about three years ago having appeared from thin air. No one had heard the code name before, her age and upbringing were just as unknown as her number of kills, who didn’t get involved with any coworker, didn’t have lovers, friends or family. She was a virtual ghost, and Azriel thought she possessed the sharp qualities of a veteran spy. From what he gathered so far, she was interested in one thing and one thing only: killing.

She was polity, worked mostly alone and adopted an approachable persona to accommodate her partners during her rare conjoined missions. The woman they all called Flower display nothing but her shallow alter ego for them, with a chameleon mannerism to the ones around her. She spoke the right amount, smiled on cue, retrieved important information, share nothing about herself and left the target with a "catch you later" sign or a nice bullet printed on the forehead.

They share a total of one mission before he fell. One mission and he was completely infatuated with her. He wouldn’t deny she was gorgeous with and enticing body and the perfect ass, but that wasn’t her only charm. Her professionalism was something he rarely experienced in their field. Agents liked to brag, a lot, and over the years Azriel learned that 80% of them weren't capable of 8% of what they blabbed. She didn't blabbed, she did it, untraceable and lethal like a belladonna. Azriel, who rarely felt the need to interact with anyone other than his Twin Wraiths (the only worthy trainees he ever had), found himself entailed by her.

On their second mission she saved his life, using his dagger nonetheless! Flower stirred something inside of him, made him curious for her. She was the joker on his deck, one of the few people in the world who possessed the means to reach him no matter what, who knew the address of his safehouses scattered around the globe. By the end of that mission Flower and Shadow didn’t shared names or age, but they shared a meal, played 21 questions under the influence of a very expensive Vodka and he gifted her his favorite dagger as if the black-hilted blade wasn’t his one and only true possession this world, the item he had never let anyone touch, let alone use. Or keep it.

Azriel didn’t know what possessed him to do the crazy act. When he woke the next morning, he had gaps on his memory, courtesy of the heavy drinking, but he remembered the exchange perfectly. The reverence in her eyes when he showed her the dagger and told the story no one else knew. “This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it from now on - so I want you to.” Flower looked up at him, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade, a silent question for him. Are you sure?

“I’m sure.”

Flowers watched him for a long time. When she spoke she sound older, wiser.

“What’s ours will always come back to us. I’ll keep it safe until then.” She vowed to him, a faint hint of bulgarian accent escaping along the words, too immersed in her promise to grasp what she had bared to him.

Azriel thought he might regret it later. Parting with the blade. Now here they were, years later, and he had never been more sure of anything; his favorite dagger belonged with his favorite girl. Plus, she looked hot wielding it.

His train of thought was interrupted when he spied what she was holding. “What the fuck is that?” Azriel barely hold back his grown, finding it difficult to maintain his neutral expression in place.

“My bridal wear. White and virginal as the good girl I am," a wink, "I have it in black too, do you think my husband will prefer in that color?” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world to pack that kind of thing to a job. Azriel eyed the white lingerie like it was his worst enemy. He was probably being sensitive, the piece wasn’t even a scandalous one, it was actually quite demure with flowers embroided between the bra cups and a translucent skirt to cover the thong. His blood boiled imagining another man getting to see her in it.

“You’re not wearing that.”

“What’s the problem, Shadow? I thought you said I had good taste, and I choose this one myself.”

“Need I remind you that this is a fake wedding?” he barked through his teeth, getting up from the bed and away from the new nemesis.

“Tsk,” she clicked her tongue, playful, “but I play the part so well. Being a bride is fun. Beats being a nun, or an assistant or a waitress.”

Azriel open her closet, colleting a navy suit, which he checked if the hidden compartments sewn into the jacket were still good before handing it to her, and a long cocktail dress covered in plastic. He watched Flower neatly fold the clothes, pinpointing the exact moment she crossed item by item from her mental list, granting nothing was amiss.

“Who’s your partner anyways?” he asked trying to keep busy enough to forget she was packing see thru lingerie, a plan that backtracked rather quickly when she turned her back around, motioning for him to step forward and help her. Beautiful flirty creature.

Although Azriel was aware the little Flower was attracted to him as much as he was to her, something stopped her giving into her desires. A couple of months back he came dangerously close to kissing her, but Mrs Flirt seemed to wake up from his spell on the last minute, her shaky hands pressed on his chest to gain some distance before he was able to devour her. Now here he was, inside her bedroom, helping her to undress for the next assignment, one he wasn’t a part of.

She pushed her hair up and he started to unbutton the small bastards on her back one by one. Azriel was painfully aware of her luscious curves being uncovered under his heated gaze until he got his hands on the base of her spine, the hot pink lace underwear peeking shyly, the same colorful tone of her toenails. He swiped his thumb on the small of her naked back, his senses saturated with her.

Flower looked over her shoulder and licked her lips to singsong, “Mister Fox is my partner.”

The code name was like a bucket of cold water poured over him. “The fuck he is.”

She gave him a sweet smile and went to the bathroom, returning clad in plaid green yoga pants and a top.

“He is. Mister Fox is about to become,” she grabbed the passport on her bedside table, reading the contents, “Jurian Auburn, the only heir of Autumn Inc., newlywed to the extravagant Mrs. Vassa Auburn, a rich sociality who’s the only girl in a family of three, and whose daddy loves to shower with money. Mr. and Mrs. Auburn are eager to make some high-risk investments, digging their golden paws into the pharmaceutical industry thought a new sweet drug deal.”

Azriel snatched the passport form her, inspecting the hideous face of Fox looking back at him. His red hair had been cutted on his shoulder, russet eyes sparkling on the paper, and even if he was not smiling, Azriel could discern the smugness on his features. The fucker knew Flower would be his partner when the photo was taken, and he sure was happy about it. “Which deal?”

“Let’s just say it’s one that will make hearts beat faster.” She patted his chest and exited the bedroom.

Despite his silent steps, Elain could feel Shadow following her like a new born pup. It wasn’t his first time in her apartment, or in any of the ones she rented after they became…friendly with each other. Elain considered herself pretty good in covering her tracks. No one have ever heard of her when she was an independent assassin, she worked without a code name, never left the same mark on her hits and make sure to be paid in cash. For the people hunting her she could be either white, or brown, or asian, with the hair in the color of gold, or red, or black. No one ever got a glimpse of her for long enough to describe her, and if she had a tail, she could lose them as easily as breathing.

Not him, tho. She turned the stove on and put the kettle on top. When he wasn’t on mission himself, the spymaster was with her. The cocky bastard always managed to find her no matter in which country or city she retreated to. The man saw her once in a meeting that lasted five minutes, interacted with her during a mission that lasted no longer than two hours (Elain had to admit they had good working chemistry) and never left let her out of his sight again, like a hellhound given a scent to chase for eternity! She would have found it funny if it wasn’t happening to her. After playing cat-and-mouse for 13 months, she gave up trying to tricking him and simply let him follow. Apart from his meddlesome ways he was quite respectful of her boundaries, never taking more than she was willing to give.

Elain didn’t know what the hell he wanted from her! Well, if his shameless flirting was anything near a clue, she had some idea…it didn’t help her case that she flirted back, but that was as far as she would go. Light and not so innocent teasing that would amount to nothing in the end. Beside her, Shadow hummed his usual melody, one she had grown accustomed to, opening the upper cabinet and placing the medicine bottles (in the exact order she took them) on the counter top, passing her the Green Tea.

Elain thought he was cute sometimes, especially when he did little things like that, exposing how much attention he paid her. She grabbed the leaf pot but he didn't let go. Elain stared at him.

“Are you taking care of yourself?”

Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Elain sighed. Once. The man had witness her passed out once, and apparently that was enough to turn him into one of her doctors, always questioning and charging receipts left and right. Imagine if he had saw her vomiting blood before her body went limp on the cold tiles.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Don’t go dying on me flower. We have a deal.” Elain tried to smile. Her tension was so heavy in the air she could have cut it with a knife

“I’m taking care of myself, promise.”

And she was.

The problem was she didn’t know if that would be enough.

An uncomfortable silence filled the kitchen, the only sounds being the kettle’s whistle and the dried leaves being crushed by her. He filled two glasses with tap water, pushing one down himself while she used the other to pop her pills. When she was done, Elain inspired the hot steam of the green tea, waiting for it to cool down enough to wash the bitter taste of medicine from her tongue.

“So,” Shadow cleared his throat, returning to meddle in her business. “Your husband will pretend to invest in the new deal between DannanX and VanPharm, while you hype the companies up in social media to cover the sabotage of the deal?”

She thought he was cute? Scratch that. This man was a beast, and a wicked smart one!

“How do you know that? The deal hasn’t been made public yet.”

Azriel watched Flower fail to control her surprise, her tension easing the slightest bit, admiration shining in her beautiful wide eyes. Body language never lied, and where hers was concerned, Flower was impressed he deducted her mission with so little, what made him feel extra proud of the deed. He shrugged.

“They don’t call me Shadow for nothing. I’m everywhere. Fox ain’t qualified enough for this, you know. This is easily a Class C mission. You should take me.”

Elain whistled. “We don’t decide our partnes, Lady Death does. And don’t let him catch you saying that.”

“What will he do, burst my ass up in flames? Been there, done that.”

“I didn’t know you two were so kinky in private. That’s hot.” A pause. “You are wrong you know.” Wait a second. Was she about to defend Fox? Azriel’s expression soured quicker than if he had licked a lemon. “ It’s a Class B.” She corrected with elegance. He held back the sneer.

“Class B... Mmmh” Azriel hummed, running his thumb across his lip, thinking. “I don’t see why you had to be assigned for this, sabotage could easily be handled by the High Lady, it’s her fort. Yet, Class B is too high for a simple sabotage like this, below you even,” he gasped and turned to her, his eyes lit with amusement, “no way! Shit, are you serious?”

Elain turned to the sink, suddenly very interested in washing her cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You are going to take one of them out, aren’t you? Who is it? The old Vanserra? The decrepit Dannan?” he inquired excited. The two old tycoons were trash, both way passed their expiration date. Azriel wouldn’t mind to attend either of their funeral. Preferably to spit in their graves.

“I’m not discussing that with you, you’re not my partner.” Elain replied annoyed, drying her hands on a dish cloth. Goddamned spy with goddammed intelligence network.

“But I will be,” he affirmed with confidence, popping a grape on his mouth. When had he opened her fridge?

“The mission has been decided, the roles assigned, and you are not in it. Just take the loss like a big boy and wait for your turn.”

“My turn is with you Flower, always. I’m your guy. Let’s face it, Fox is good enforcer but a terrible spy. You’re not taking old Dannan alone when I available.”

Elain groaned, “I’m not taking him out.”

“The old Vanserra, then? Noted. This is going to be fun!” Azriel barely registered her mumbles, his mind busy planning the replacement of the sly fox. First, he needed to fix the passport and replace the ginger with a photo of his own. He offered a grape to her. She tried to bite his finger.

Elain throw her hands in the air. The man was completely lost in his delusions.

“Lady Death won’t approve the change, it’s too late. As I said, we already discussed the mission, Fox left to Adriata yesterday.”

“Details. Let me worry about that.”

Her vexed tone implied he was being unreasonable, and maybe he was, but their boss owned him big time for the screw up he avoided in France five years ago, today Azriel was going to charge her. He would be the one going on the mission with Flower, and he would not come back without having her name coming out of those luscious plump lips – and maybe a few other sounds too.

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